"And who will give granny and me our Sunday dinner?" said a little
boy.

"But there'll be no more catechising. Hurrah!" cried Oates,
"hurrah!"

"'Tis rank superstition, said the red coat, Hurrah!" and up went
their caps. "Halloa, Stead Kenton, not a word to say?"

"He likes being catechised, standing as he does like a stuck pig, and
answering never a word," cried Jack.

"I do," said Steadfast, "and why not?"

"Parson's darling! Parson's darling!" shouted the boys. "A
malignant! Off with him." They had begun to hustle him, when Jeph
threw himself between and cried:

"Hit Steadfast, and you must hit me first."

"A match, a match!" they cried, "Jeph and Jack."

Stead had no fears about Jeph conquering, but while the others stood
round to watch the boxing, he slipped away, with his heart perplexed
and sad. He had loved his minister, and he never guessed how much he
cared for his church till he saw it lying desolate, and these rude
lads rejoicing in the havoc; while the words rang in his ears, "And
now they break down all the carved work thereof with axes and with
hammers."